All Chapters of AN UNDERSTATED POWER: Chapter 221
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Night slowly fell over Jae Mansion. The sky above the demon world was dark red, like dying embers, while the wall clock inside the mansion showed exactly seven o clock. Torchlight burned along the corridors, casting long shadows that crawled across the black stone walls. At the far end of the mansion stood a large room that was rarely visited. The space felt quieter than the rest of the mansion, as if it had been deliberately separated from the noise of life within. Aurora stood by her bedroom window, staring outside without truly seeing anything. Since the afternoon, a strange feeling had settled in her chest, a feeling she could not explain. Her bedroom door slowly opened. “Madam Aurora,” Liora’s voice sounded gentle but controlled. “I wish to tell you something.” Aurora turned. “What is it?” Liora stepped inside and closed the door behind her. “Tonight, at nine o clock, there will be a celebration at the mansion.” “A celebration?” Aurora frowned. “What kind of celebration?”
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“WHO is that human?” Varak shouted, his voice echoing loudly inside the vast stone chamber. The demon kneeling before him flinched, then swallowed hard before answering. “His name is Max, Prince.” That single name fell like a hammer. Varak went silent. For a moment, his entire aura froze. The rage in his eyes narrowed, as if fragments of memory were fitting together on their own. The human who had tainted his plans from the very beginning. “Max…” Varak murmured softly, almost like a restrained growl. He knew. There was no need for a long explanation. Max did not come for power. That human came for only one thing. Aurora. Varak clenched his jaw, his breathing growing heavy. “So he has come to take her back,” he said coldly, though pressure hid beneath his voice. “How very bold.” He turned sharply, his cloak brushing across the stone floor. “I will not let him ruin all of my plans,” he said loudly. Varak stared at his subordinate with a deadly gaze. “Mobilize the troops.
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Tsahik took a deep breath and finally obeyed Max’s order. He did not move forward, but he did not stay idle either. In a low and quick voice, he began to share the information he knew. “The real number of the gate guardian demons is not as many as it looks,” he said while staring at the sea of figures before them. “At first, there were only dozens.” Max kept his gaze straight ahead, calm, as if he were judging the battlefield. “But they have the ability to replicate,” Tsahik continued. “One demon can split into dozens. Dozens become hundreds. Hundreds become thousands. The longer the fight lasts, the greater their numbers grow.” Max nodded slowly, his eyes sweeping over the demon ranks that now filled the front yard of Mansion Jae. From afar, they truly looked like thousands of war soldiers, filling every corner with savage auras and thick killing intent. Without looking back at Tsahik, Max asked in a flat voice, “Are they all Varak’s subordinates?” “Yes,” Tsahik answered withou
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Varak burst into loud laughter, his voice echoing with mockery. HAHAH! “My wife?” he said sarcastically. “Aurora was born to be my true partner. You are the one who suddenly married her. You took her from me, so now I have the right to take her back.” Max’s gaze hardened. “She is mine,” he replied calmly but coldly. “A human like her is not meant to be the true partner of a demon like you.” Varak laughed again. “Whatever you say means nothing. Aurora is still mine.” He dismissed Max with a mocking nod. “And know this on purpose. Aurora is no longer human. Her soul has been fully exchanged into a demon. You came too late. Aurora is already gone.” Varak threw those words like a knife aimed at Max’s heart. He wanted to see cracks, doubt, or panic on Max’s face. He wanted Max to break before the real fight even began. But the opposite happened. Max stood calm, too calm. His gaze did not change, his breathing stayed steady, and there was no tremor in his aura. He looked at Varak as
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Varak stepped back half a step, one hand rising to press against his chest. His breathing was heavier than before, rising and falling in an uneven rhythm. Even so, a thin smile remained on his face, a forced smile filled with arrogance. “I will not lose to you,” he said while taking a deep breath, as if calming his heartbeat. “Impossible.” Varak straightened his body, adjusted his shoulders, and looked at Max with eyes full of superiority. “Do you know why?” he continued. “Because I have lived far longer than you. Far longer than the short and fragile life of a human.” HAHA! Varak let out a low laugh, his voice rough but confident. “I have seen ages change. I have watched kingdoms rise and fall. And through all of that, I never stopped learning.” He raised both hands, showing palms covered with old scars. “Human martial arts. From one era to the next. From masters who are long dead and forgotten by history. I stole them, perfected them, and made them my own.” He stepped forward
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Varak’s body lay sprawled on the black ground in front of the gates of Jae Mansion, his breath coming out in heavy gasps. He tried to move his arm, then his leg, but none of them responded as they should. It was as if his body was glued to the earth, held down by an invisible yet absolute pressure. Every attempt to rise ended only in sharp pain that reached deep into his bones. The humiliation struck him far harder than any blow he had just received. He, Varak, a demon prince who had lived for hundreds of years, who had toppled kingdoms and toyed with the souls of humans and demons alike, was now lying helpless before a human. Max stepped closer with calm strides. He was not in a hurry, and he did not hesitate. His shadow fell perfectly over Varak’s body, forcing the demon to look up. Max’s gaze was cold and flat, yet crushing, like a sky about to collapse. “Do you want me to send you to hell right now?” Max asked quietly, his voice steady and without excess emotion. The question
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“Hahaha!” Liora laughed. The panic that had appeared earlier slowly faded, replaced by the cold calm of a senior demon who had lived far too long to fear empty threats. “Tsahik,” she said softly, yet every word cut deep. “I forgot how foolish you are.” Tsahik did not reply. He stood straight, his gaze fixed on Aurora, who lay helpless in the center of the magic circle. “You have always been like this,” Liora continued, her voice smooth and slippery. “Pretending to be moral. Pretending to be different. But you are still a demon. Just a failed one.” Tsahik let out a quiet breath. “Do you know what is the saddest thing?” Liora walked around the ritual circle. “You always want to be acknowledged. You want to be seen as right. But look at you now. Rejected by the demon world, and the humans you defend do not even care whether you live or die.” She leaned forward, staring straight at Tsahik. “You are alone!” Those words were aimed directly at Tsahik’s weakest point. Liora
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Tsahik drew a strained breath, yet his voice remained clear amid the tension of the ruined ritual chamber. “Very soon,” he said softly but with firm conviction, “you will be defeated by Max as well!” Liora turned sharply. Her eyes burned red, filled with rage and hatred. “Shut up!” she snapped. “You think that human will arrive on time?” Tsahik smiled faintly, the smile of a moral demon who still believed in hope. “He will come,” he said. “Max will not abandon Aurora. I trust him.” Those words struck Liora’s chest like a knife. In an instant, Liora’s body moved. Her black wings spread wide, and the air in the room trembled. She lunged toward Tsahik with killing intent, claws raised, her face filled with the desire to destroy. “I will silence your mouth right now!” But before her claws could touch Tsahik— BRAAAK! The massive door behind them was smashed open with brutal force. Thick wood and old iron shattered into pieces, thrown across the room like meaningless debris. Dust bi
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Max approached Liora, who lay on the cracked and dust covered ritual floor.Liora tried to get up when Max’s shadow blocked the light above her. Her hands pressed against the floor, her legs struggling to push her body backward.She failed.She retreated one step, then fell again. Her breath came in ragged gasps, her chest feeling as if it were being crushed from the inside. Liora tried once more, forcing her knees to support her weight, but her legs trembled and collapsed again. All she could do was drag her body away until her back struck the ruined altar.Max stopped right in front of her. He did not attack immediately. There was no explosive anger, no shouting. Only a calm that felt far more terrifying.Then Max lowered himself, crouching until they were at eye level. His gaze was direct, sharp, and without hesitation, meeting Liora’s eyes as she tried to remain arrogant even though her body no longer obeyed her.“You have a choice,” Max said quietly but clearly. “I can send you b
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Max answered without hesitation, his voice calm but full of conviction. “There is no other way. I need nothing except my faith. And that is what will destroy this mansion.”Tsahik fell silent.Those words did not sound like a threat, nor like arrogance. There was no pressure from an aura, no power released. Yet precisely because of that, Tsahik felt something different, something he had never felt from any demon in hundreds of years of living. Faith.In the demon world, faith had almost no meaning. Demons lived by power, by deceit, by domination. Yet the human before him spoke as if faith was the most real and absolute weapon of all.Tsahik did not fully understand it. But he did not ask further.He had already made his choice. Since the moment he bowed before Max, since he witnessed Prince Varak and Liora turn to ash, Tsahik knew one thing for certain. He had found someone worthy to follow.If Max said faith would destroy this mansion, then it would happen.Without conditions. Withou